Tuesday, December 30, 2008

9 out of 10 fanboys love the smooth taste of rape! I mean, grape. Well, no, actually, rape.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

MNEMOSYNE RELEASES NEW SODA, TENTACLE GRAPE

NEW YORK, NY - December 29, 2008 -Mnemosyne LLC has teamed up with the people who brought you the Anime After Dark Film Festival to bring you a new taste sensation!

This new beverage, inspired by the genre of adult Japanese animation called Hentai, is a perfect caffeine rush for gamers, cosplayers, and comic book fans.

"Obviously I don't take the brand very seriously. we can't. The best I can do is develop products that I'd want to buy myself and frankly this is the right combination of ridiculous and delicious." Says brand creator, Dekker Dreyer.


Proofreading: another thing he doesn't take very seriously. So, uh, Tentacle... Gr--


As the website copy says, "WATCH OUT! You gonna get GRAPED!" (Her lips say "いや!" but her tastebuds say "おいしい!")

The only reason this soda exists is to point out that "rape" sounds a lot like "grape," and wouldn't it be funny if you constantly replaced the word "rape" with "grape"? "[S]tart graping your friends!" Uh, no thanks. But please note that this beverage is "crafted with care... [by a "skilled team of grapists," no less] and a slight feeling of breathless anticipation." Because what's more appetizing than the thought of a bunch of geeks hunched over a soda production line, "breathlessly anticipating" (there's a new euphemism for you) the forcible pseudopod rape of screaming, baby-faced Japanese schoolgirls all over it? Woo. Plus, once you've seen a criminal case where a man suggests he molested his prepubescent daughter in part because he was influenced by his anime porn habit, thinking about a "skilled grapist" is just not thirst-making. Still, if it weren't prohibited by jail regulations, the guy would probably really appreciate someone pre-ordering him a case of Tentacle Grape. You gotta laugh at it all, right?

(According to the press release, "[a]dditional flavors and label designs are slated for the third quarter of 2009." How about Shouta-Cola? You can put a cringing 6-year old anime boy on the label and surround him with molesty adult hands. The fizzy taste of imminent pedo-rape is just the right combination of ridiculous and delicious to appeal to Mr. Dreyer's purchasing sensibilities.)

Keep on keepin' it classy, male fandom! And I'll keep avoiding you at conventions. And comic book stores. And GameStop. And...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Peter David's remake of The Blob

Is it petty to drop one issue of a comic? Well, maybe. But $3 for X-Factor #36--I could be persuaded to part with $1, probably, but a whole $3 feels like giving Marvel an unearned reward when I could buy a hot chocolate and a bagel instead and actually receive joy from my purchase (except that bagels in this part of the world are uniformly horrible, but that's another story). It's a pretty low day when the ad pages are more attractive than the actual comic content, yet here we are. How many times can it be said? Comics. Are. A. Visual. Medium. So even though Peter David's scripting might be the same as ever, it can't save the issue when Larry Stroman's art continues just this side of horrific, a nightmare world where objects, background, physiques all shift, puddle, move and mutate from one panel to the next; even if he does try to lighten it up by drawing random kitty cats and birds and bunnies instead of proportions and perspectives and anatomy, the color palette is dourly unappealing as well.

Although the comic is still intended as noir, it now has the same noir feel as, say, feeding the entire script to The Maltese Falcon through Babelfish--English to Finnish to English--and then re-enacting the end product with Quizno's puppets. Though it looks like next month, people go back to vaguely resembling people instead of a head I once tried to sculpt out of hamburger meat. So, who knows. Hopefully the magic will come back.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Detroit: a place where people do stuff. Maybe. It's hard to tell.

You'll have to pardon me for temporarily borrowing these scans from the Photobucket of one tw_basketcase until I can finish touching up my own, but now that X-Factor #33 is finally out? Yeah... no.

I don't think I hate Stroman's art in this issue because I'm ignorant of what art is or unable to stomach anything harder than Alan Davis--yeah, I was really into Mondrian, Magritte, Seurat, all sorts of Impressionist/Post-Impressionist and Hudson River School-type stuff when I was a kid, fairly tame as far as it goes, but I was raised on New York City art museums to be cool with everyone from Burne-Jones to Kandinsky to Pollock and beyond. And even after taking into account that art can take on just about any form, however abstract, and still possess positive, lasting qualities, I still consider Larry Stroman's work here to be hideously unsuccessful. He can draw, I must emphasize--from time to time there's a panel that actually looks perfectly decent and you wonder, well, why didn't he bother to keep doing that, then?--but for the most part, this issue looks like it was phoned in over two paper cups and a length of string.

Or maybe I just really hate this top panel. The sequences with Darwin and Longshot rapidly oscillate between "hey ho, here we are in the trackless waste" and "look, an urban street with people on it!" In the page just before this, Darwin and Longshot stepped off a Detroit street into what I guess is an abandoned lot, which here magically morphs into giant sand dunes filled with free-standing ruins and random floating animals. Two panels later on the same page, even though they haven't even moved, the background? Trees and intact houses.

(And about those animals, what the hell is that? Is that a hawk? Or just a really inept Skrull? Because it's the wrong body type to be a pigeon, starling, sparrow, chickadee, mockingbird, oh, I dunno, night warbler, whatever. It looks like a random... ground-skimming... hawk... in the middle of what is either allegedly Detroit or the protected shoreline nesting habitat of the killdeer.)

Turn this page and now they're back in the same trackless waste, except it's inexplicably filled with crowds of people. A page before, Jazinda appeared to be standing near a telephone pole on a city street. Now--is that her silhouette to the far right of the top panel? Just standing around in the desert? (Floaty Cat also reappears in silhouette in the bottom panel, for no reason.) The whole thing is like that--there's no real attempt to establish where anybody is in relation to anything else. It's just a bunch of panels that happen to be sharing a page, which is doubly unfortunate when there's no dialogue to disguise the weakness of the action sequence. Comics are a visual storytelling medium and, regardless of personal art style, if you can't convey the story in an effective, dramatic manner, it just doesn't work.

Anyway, we'll see. I do like X-Factor, for the most part. But I'm perfectly willing to jump ship and hook up with Invincible Iron Man instead of paying to watch Jamie "No Nose" Madrox and his other face-shifting buddies throw punches or randomly run back and forth through an indeterminate landscape populated by African-Americans depicted with the same bone structure as Deep Ones. (Marvel Detroit's new slogan might as well be "Dude, You'll Never Guess What We Put In The Water Here.")

Friday, July 18, 2008

AX Post-Mortem, Pt. 1

Atlus ran a Shin Megami Tensei panel at AX 2008. Cool, right? So I went, and so did some friends--the room was packed to capacity, unsurprisingly--and here's the thing: that panel was deadly. I'm not sure if marketing ever gave its seal of approval to the entire affair, but the main speaker was not really a polished public speaker (not his fault, but a moderator figure would've been a good idea) and the accompanying slideshow presentation was specifically designed to hide any or all aspects of interest. If you want a technical recap of the panel, you can find it easily enough online, but the whole affair pretty much went like this:

1. Static slide of game cover art appears on screen.
2. Yu Namba (senior project manager at Atlus) haltingly describes the game and its gameplay features, all of which you have to imagine for yourself because the AV presentation consists solely of a static slide of the game cover art.
3. Static slide of the next game's cover art appears on the screen.
4. Yu Namba haltingly describes the game and its gameplay features, all of which you have to imagine for yourself because the AV presentation consists solely of a static slide of the game cover art.
5. Ad nauseam.

One particular wince-point: as Digital Devil Saga VA Yuri Lowenthal talked about his experiences voicing the game, he mentioned seeing some of the cutscenes and being amazed that the game was actually being released in the U.S. Somewhere... somewhere in all of this would have been a swell opportunity to play a cutscene from the game, or at least a clip showing the man doing his damn job. Instead, Atlus provided... a static slide of the game cover art. The only way anyone could have put any less effort into this panel would be if they just shut off the projector entirely and let Namba mutter for an hour.

Now, I love Atlus, I love Persona and the Shin Megami Tensei series, but I'd been working all day and this was a flagrant waste of time. The panel didn't even attempt to excite any newcomers in the crowd: hey! Play this game! It comes with a cover and there is a picture on that cover! Wait, where are you going?

Swag or no swag, I pulled the ripcord and bailed. Didn't regret a thing. Wasn't even the first to leave.

My companions did stay for the duration--because one of them had a game device to ease the tedium until the Persona 4 announcement. Later on they came by to show me the swag: somewhat unexciting bright yellow shirts, which only came in gamer size (L) and were thus pretty much useless for small females anyway. Plus, bright yellow. (Who is that color supposed to flatter?)

"Ebay," they said.

"Ebay," I nodded.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Breaking new ground since... never

Another delightful female character description, courtesy of PvP:

Jade Fontaine
Certainly there is more to Jade than just a chick who’s into games, comics and the Lord of the Rings movies. But, hey… who cares really? She’s a hot chick who’s into geek culture. That’s all we, as men, really need to know. Right?


Well, that's pretty much all you really need to know about the mindset of the author, in any case. ("But wait! I was being ironic! Yeah, ironic...")

Anyway. Fellas, if you think the world really needs one more comic about the hee-lar-ious adventures of yet another slacker gamer fanboy who may or may not bear a surprising resemblance to you (in your mind), or you already have a comic about the amazing exploits of said generic white dude and the people who inexplicably put up with his wastage, I strongly suggest that you not embrace the mindset of the Parents' Basement. You have every right to give every impression that you and your kind are socially retarded man-children--adverse to ambition, exercise, and fresh salads, content to see women as breasticular fantasies instead of actual people--but I wouldn't really advise you do so. (If nothing else, it doesn't hurt to differentiate your work from the horde of guys out there peddling the exact same tired wares.) It may take effort and/or talent to rise above its mephitic depths, but the Basement is not your friend.

Also, it floods whenever it rains. So, there's that.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Guys! Don't know how to be funny? Go for the tit punch every time!

Hey hey, kids! Did you want to know more about Otakon's mascots? No? Tough. There's a spec sheet out on the Otakon website with all the vital information you didn't give a damn about, such as:


Hiroko-chan
Age: 22
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Weight: 145 lbs (66 kg)
Build: Busty (C Cup)

There. Aren't you glad they took the time to give her a bra size? After all, women are their breasts. (For the record, her "brother" Hiroshi-kun has a build that's "Skinny/Wiry Muscle.")

For another example of the principle in action, let's take a trip through otakudom via the Sketched Out Life webcomic, where when it comes to humor, women are
Nothing...
But...
Their...
Breasts.

Breasts... that are crazy! Like the nameless main female character!

(Soon to be named main female character) She's all that geeks want in a woman. Yes all other comics have this type of girl, but this one is special. She's the embodiment of all Sketch's experiences with girls... so basically she's nuts!

Woh-ho! Females have boobs and they're wacko? What a way to really distinguish this faceless fantasy object from, y'know, every other stereotype of the female gender. Then again, she is allegedly based on real girls the author has met, all of whom apparently possessed no notable personality traits aside from mammaries and insanity.

To be fair, some people are perfectly happy to just play titties or bust for the rest of their natural, and if that's all someone is aiming for, they have every right to do so. (And let's face it, there will always be people happily ensuring that the stench of the proverbial parents' basement clings to fandom until sometime shortly after the sun goes supernova.) Doesn't mean they still shouldn't get called out for it, though.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

What to Expect When You're Expecting... to Be Shot At

So issue #5 of Cable came out last week, in which Cable continues his adventures with the baby-who-I-thought-was-Rachel-Summers-for-a-second-and-then-I-remembered-that-Rachel-is-flying-off-in-space-with-Shi'ar-Cloud-so-I-guess-it's-supposed-to-be-baby-Jean-Grey. Le sigh. I liked Cable/Deadpool.

So, whatever, right? Except I saw the cover on the shelf, and my god, is that what I think it is?



After running all around during Messiah Complex dodging the Marauders (and Bishop) with this fragile, newborn infant strapped to his chest... right over his center of mass... with no head support (I'm sure the world's most powerful telepath/telekinetic can withstand a little Shaken Baby Syndrome)... he finally buys the world's most bad-ass Baby Björn. Or cobbles one together in some warehouse somewhere. Look at those sturdy pipes! Air tubes? Poop tubes in case she needs a change in the middle of a firefight?

I guess it's something, though I fully expect that hole in the middle to fire psionic beams at some point.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

"You got reality in my fantasy!"

So here we are at Anime Expo's new venue, the Los Angeles Convention Center. When the move to the LACC was first announced, there was trepidation from certain quarters about the local neighborhood. In practice, the local area is largely devoid of life but otherwise quite tame, with several pricey buildings either leasing units or under construction. And here's a hint: if there's a California Pizza Kitchen around? You're not exactly in peril.

Sure, there are a few homeless people in the area, as generally happens in, oh, what d'you call those places again... cities. In fact, one recurring homeless fellow was quite happily licking the underthighs of his jeans clean in the middle of the plaza outside West Hall, surrounded by tons of cosplayers and looking fairly pleased to have the company. It was almost touching, in its way, and he would've fit right in except that the convention-goers were less likely to have a change cup. Don't believe me? Then let's play:

HOMELESS OR ATTENDEE?

Homeless: spends a lot of time sleeping on the street or sitting against a wall
Attendee: spends a lot of time sleeping on any available carpeted floor or sitting against a wall... or in front of an elevator... or in front of doorways... or, as witnessed earlier today, lying head-down and on their side in the middle of a flight of concrete stairs, playing with toys

Homeless: sometimes shouts at people on the street; occasionally provoked into committing acts of battery
Attendee: sometimes stands in hallways, stairways, elevators, etc. and shouts for everyone to raise their hands if they want to be touched in special ways; often, upon seeing a/other cosplayer(s), rushes to commit an act of battery

Homeless: has a sign saying "HOMELESS, PLEASE HELP"
Attendee: has a sign saying "WILL YURI FOR POCKY/HUGS/MONEY"

Homeless: relies on donations for income
Attendee: relies on parental donations for income

Homeless: sometimes trailed by an unpleasant odor
Attendee: sometimes trailed by an unpleasant odor

Monday, June 23, 2008

It Came From the Gamma Quadrant

So the previews for X-Factor #33 are looking pretty awesome. Peter David throws a real curveball into the Skrull invasion storyline--turns out the Skrulls aren't the only shapeshifters in town! Yep, X-Factor and the greater Detroit metro area (or wherever) have been infiltrated by blunt-faced changelings from DS9. A time-displaced Odo has taken over as Jamie's changeling replacement but, given his inability to replicate a human face, he isn't fooling anyone; still, looks like Guido and Val will play along for now.

What happens next in the epic clash between Skrulls, changelings, and mutants? Why did Val Cooper spend the past five months eating steroids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Stay tuned to find out!

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Finally, a comic for people who failed Basic Cultural Sensitivity 101

So the next X-Men story arc is, er, X-Men: Manifest Destiny, which suggests the title was conceived by people who have no idea what, exactly, Manifest Destiny entailed. Now, if the underlying theme was that Cyclops' fisty, fisty concept of "leadership" ("let's send people to beat the crap out of everyone until we are all perfectly safe--do we still have any disposable teenagers left?") is moronic and should be humored by no-one, then hey, you might manage to justify the title with a strained analogy. But that could be asking a lot from the folks who thought X-Force: Needs More Clawz, Rawr!! was a good idea.

Speaking of people who have no idea what Manifest Destiny actually involved, Newsarama poses a question to Axel Alonso:

Newsarama: The term Manifest Destiny beares a significant amount of weight in the history of the U.S. and the expansion of civilization to the Western shores of North America--how does this metaphor apply to the X-Men beyond the obvious move to San Francisco?

Axel Alonso: The X-Men’s move to San Francisco is more than just a change in scenery – it’s a change in strategy. It’s a large part of Cyclops' vision for what the X-Men should be – and one thing they should not be is sitting ducks in a hostile world.


The expansion of civilization, eh? Well, gee. Thanks for the blankets, white man.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

We're the Princes of the [Democratic Process]

This week's Time cover:


Hmmm, let's see...

Obama: Edwards' blade did not cut deeply enough. He was right about you. You're slime.
Clinton: Edwards was an effete snob! He died on his knees. I took his head and raped his woman before his blood was even cold.
[Obama looks at her in fury]
Clinton: Ah, I see. Edwards lied. She was not his woman. She was *your* woman. And she never told you. I wonder why. Perhaps I gave her something you never could, and secretly she yearned for my return.

Don't take this as an endorsement, either. Because remember, if McLeod wins, then we end up spending a Saturday night watching Highlander: The Source. And that, my friends, is a battle no one wins.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Dote up a cat, my X-Men

More manga X-Men character designs were released. They're--they're something. It's not that the actual drawings are terrible, they're pretty good, but.

Kitty Pryde: the name says it all! No, really. It does. No need for any further characterization: it's cats all the way. Lots of cats. Oh, she may be bishoujo now boys, but trust me: this can only end in the lingering smell of Meow Mix and lonely nights on a shredded, cat-pee-stained couch by the time she's 30.

Seriously, this is a path that just encourages more shit like this.

Nightcrawler: guy, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out there saving Rosette or something?


And finally, Beast: I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry. Someone needs to bundle your ass on the first Catbus out of Xavier's or whatever ASAP--Mei and Satsuki have got to be better than this.


You can check out the full versions of Anzu's character designs here.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Bet all those "L" and "R" mixups in Japanese seem pretty insignificant now, huh?

Times when it is a good idea to send a text message:
  • You need to send someone detailed information like an address or phone number
  • One or both of you are in a place you cannot talk, like a meeting or class or very noisy room
  • You want to be disgustingly cute and tell your significant other that you less-than-three him/her
Times when it is a bad idea to send a text message:
  • You and your soon-to-be-ex-wife are in the middle of a nasty divorce and having a dot over an "i" can make the difference between her just being pissed off at you or her waiting at the door to stab you in the chest with a knife.  
Oh, Turkey, between this and Brides on Tour, it makes one long for the days when we could simply laugh and watch Turkish Star Wars.  In fact, I hear that sort of thing is in now.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Even with those eyes, Natalie Portman can't emote

Japan loves Star Wars. And this year is the 30th anniversary of Star Wars in Japan. So of course we want to find out how to draw Star Wars characters manga-style.




What, we don't? Well, too late! Now you too, can learn how to draw such strong female Star Wars characters such as Padmé Amidala, Mara Jade, Aayla Secura, and Anne! Wait... who the hell is Anne?


It's so simple- just a few lines here and there, and big eyes, and ta-dah, you have a handmaiden/queen/senator from Naboo! Oh, and bangs, you mustn't forget the bangs, because:

"Manga characters seem to almost always have bangs. Even if the character being drawn in real life does not, the Manga style usually incorporates them anyway, along with longer than usual flowing hair. This often helps add dramatic action to the pose or motion."

I'm a bit surprised they didn't put Princess Leia in there. You know, 'cause then you'd have mother and daughter (and sister-in-law) and then we could really delve into some manga stereotypes.

Oh, there she is. Well then.

Anne?

Monday, April 14, 2008

Which looks better: one, or two? One... or two...?

Realmscon mascot? Homage to a film classic? Or both? You decide!



Well, Nazi chic certainly does exist in Japan, so I guess either way it fits. SS-tan!

Friday, April 11, 2008

I want girls, girls, girls

The winner of the Shadowline "Who Wants to Create a Superheroine" contest has been announced, and while the concept itself is actually quite cute, the best part is that heroine Journey Dominguez, "a normal teenage girl", is a glossy 20-something pin-up vixen with cha-chas nearly the size of her head. Yeah, that's pretty much artist Franchesco's default style, but still. Glad to see Shadowline has really gone for something... um... unique. With any luck, contest winning author Tom Arguello will have the heart to put Journey on the upper side of the 17-year divide so readers can savor her shapely body and come-hither eyes with all of the taste, none of the guilt.



Kinda makes a person nostalgic for the early, not-hot days of Kitty Pryde and Jubilee, though. Check out the rest of the top entries for a good laugh and a head scratch.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

North Korea: the most eco-friendly nation of them all

From the geography whizzes at SFist:



You know, I bet Kim Jong-il uses energy-saver bulbs. Why don't you?

Monday, March 24, 2008

Stuff White People Like

It's not an anime or a comic, and it's not even an animated series featuring kung-fu fighting delivery orphans or kung-fu fighting chickens hunting down a villain with a Japanese name. But I'm gonna mention this anyway.

The Lonely Planet Taiwan (2007) guidebook is deeply amusing in its cluelessness, despite alleged improvements from the previous edition and the supposed insight of its resident Anglo expat writers Robert Kelly and Joshua Samuel Brown. To be fair, the authors hit all the appropriate Lonely Planet notes: they cluck disapprovingly over Snake Alley and the appearance of elephant tusk ornaments in a hotel lobby, and they give their stamp of approval to animal welfare and environmental conservation efforts. They shake their head at the onslaught of modernity:

Just a few years ago the place had a great remote outpost feel to it and we highly recommended a stop there. But those days have gone. The 'old street' now has a shiny 7-Eleven on it, completely ruining the atmosphere...

Fortunately, there's no such danger of anything similar happening on the east coast:

For years, people have been saying that the time to visit the east coast is now before its backwater charms are lost forever, but we see no danger of that happening for a while yet.

We can only hope the Taiwanese inhabitants of the east coast will treasure and preserve their "backwater charms" for years to come! Modern infrastructure and conveniences just spoil the view. It'd be such a shame to disappoint the Anglo tourists, and the Taiwanese are nothing if not a friendly, relaxed folk. Not like the Japanese or Koreans, who the book notes are often described as "industrious", "polite", and "reserved", most notably right there in that sentence. Yes, the authors continue, you can keep the Taiwanese people down with colonialism, martial law, dictatorship, threats to invade, and refusal to grant political recognition, but by gum, those folks just keep on smiling! (Except for, y'know, the ones who went into political exile, or were victims of the aforementioned martial law and dictatorship, or...) The guidebook bandies around a couple of theories for why this is--maybe it's the weather? Or,

...maybe its [sic] because Taiwan has been blessed with a mixture of Buddhist philosophy and hefty (although somewhat underestimated) contribution of relaxed Polynesian DNA to the overall gene pool.

And you know how those Polynesians are. They can't help it; it's in their genes. It's true because we the authors just said so. But wait, there's another theory. Maybe the Taiwanese are "so genial" because "a foreign visitor is recognising (in some sense at least) Taiwan's legitimacy to control its own borders":

Or maybe there is something in the theory of collective national hunger for recognition from world community ... Perhaps when a Taiwanese person is especially nice to a Western visitor (as often happens), following some random act of kindness with the commonly spoken words, 'Welcome to Taiwan,' they're only telling part of the story.

Maybe what they're really saying is, 'Thank you for realising that we are here.'


Yes, massa! We're ever so glad you could come and give our happy-go-lucky li'l lives meaning with your white gaze! It means so much to us, especially because your Western countries won't grant Taiwan formal recognition as an independent democratic nation. Thank you. Thank you so much for realizing that we are here and you'd rather we shut up and not do anything about it that might upset buddy China. Welcome to Taiwan. You smug fuck. Now gimme an Aegis cruiser.

Still, there's no denying that the authors have a keen grasp of the island's tangled history. They can see the lighter side of cultural annexation and suppression:

Taiwan had been in the imperial sights of the Japanese empire long before her colonisation [read: take-over] in 1895. Though conventional wisdom holds that Taiwan's neighbour to the north was seduced by the island's abundant wood, coal, and metal deposits, we think the real reason (in part, at least) might have lain elsewhere. For a people as wenquan (hot spring) crazy as the Japanese, the thought of having the world's finest hot springs so close to home yet not under imperial control must have been discomforting to them to say the least. And of course, there's the issue of prestige; for the rest of the world to discover that the finest hot springs in Asia were anywhere else but in Japan might have implied an unbearable loss of face. Clearly Taiwan, and her amazing geothermal waters, would have to be incorporated into the empire.

The wit, gentlemen. The wit. And also, the filling up of a big paragraph for which you had nothing at all useful to say except for a clumsy stab at humor. Bravo.

But anyway. Should you be faced with a Taiwanese person who, inexplicably, is not full of islander joie de vivre and doesn't knock themselves out to help you--especially a person who doesn't understand the clear and simple English words "non-dairy creamer"--never fear! The guide advises that you have a "Cultural Compassion Moment":

Also common among Westerners visiting Taiwan is an experience of the following sort: You are at a bank, a restaurant, or someplace else, desperately wishing that the local with whom you're briefly interacting could understand just a few words of simple English. But they can't; in fact, you seem to be making them visibly uncomfortable by your presence. Perhaps they're fidgeting, or stammering something unintelligible, [like their native language?] or just giggling nervously. They certainly aren't helping you get your money changed, your coffee sweetened, or whatever it is that you came for. You find yourself wondering, 'Does this individual dislike foreigners?'

The guide's authors advise that you bear in mind the possibility that this stumbling native before you may have been traumatized as a child by being forced to practice English on Westerners in the past. Or not, is the other possibility. Either way, they advise you to smile and practice "the compassionate patience of the Buddha". Yeah... practicing Mandarin, Taiwanese, Hakka or Japanese would probably be more useful, but whatever. It's not your problem, it's theirs; that native's got issues.

More multiculti wisdom abounds, probably because they needed to pad sections out and didn't want to come up with actual content. A sidebar in the Food & Drink section describes Joshua Brown's culinary experiences with his first Taiwanese girlfriend, who asked him near-daily whether he wanted rice or noodles for dinner:

New to Taiwan and somewhat unschooled in the culinary culture as I was at the time, I took this as a sign that everyday Taiwanese cuisine was none too diverse. It took me a while to understand that this question would actually lead to a variety of meal choices...

So really, you have to feel sympathy for the poor fella and his acute visual disorder. Not only has he apparently never had any experience with the variety of East Asian food in general, he was also physically unable to perceive any of the restaurants, food stalls, snack stands, night markets, cafeterias, supermarkets, groceries, bakeries, specialty stores, and related advertising that are everywhere on the goddamn island. This sidebar, by the way, is all of three sentences that come to the realization that actually, there is a lot to eat in Taiwan! Wow! Really? Thanks for putting that in the Food & Drink section, never would've figured it out otherwise. Like... from the rest of the text.

What other insight can these expert writers provide? Well, in the listing for a restaurant whose name translates as Cat Mouse Noodle, they take special pains to note:

The shop's odd name arose because the owner's nickname sounds like 'cat mouse' in Taiwanese and not because of anything you'll find in the food.

Good thing you emphasized that, 'cause you know how those people are--you never can tell! Alas, no such clarification is forthcoming for, say, the Train Head Original Food Restaurant, which is unfortunate because I draw the line at cannibalism and crunchy cogs are bad for my dental work. Then again, East Asians don't have a reputation for eating trains. They do have, in certain circles, a reputation for eating cats, and again, thanks to the authors for pandering to that angle. Quality work, guys.

They also have keen insight into the characteristics of Taiwanese towns. Take their lengthy sidebar discourse on municipal sanitation and the town of Puli, a sidebar that starts with an anecdote about the author watching a dog poop on a sidewalk:

Odd as it may sound, I sit in my car to see what will happen next. The dog is a stray so I'm not expecting an owner show up [sic] and lay claim to the prize, but I am expecting the 'Puli Poop Patrol' or some-such entity to come and clean up the mess. When they don't, after a considerable wait, I leave in disgust...

Other places the author has been forced to leave in disgust at the lack of satellite-guided poop disposal squads: every city and town in the world that has dogs in it. But surely one couldn't expect much more from Puli: "Puli, which yes, does sound like 'poo village' ('li' is village in Chinese)..." You're paying up to $25.99 plus tax for the privilege of seeing these words in print, by the way. Well, fortunately, the government is on the poop-scoop case:

Truly, in Puli's defense, however, I did only see the one dog get away with leaving his lunch remains behind ... If progress continues like this, there may come a day the town will have to consider changing its name.

Because the syllable "pu" sounds like "poo"! Yeah, it means something completely different in Mandarin, but so what? Puli! Get it? Get it! Change its name? Get it? ...yeah. One of the authors proudly claims that he's been living in Taiwan for 11 years. And this is the best they can manage. Is there any hope for cross-cultural understanding left?

But I kid the authors. They really have spent a lot of time and effort on this book, effort that extends to every ethnographic detail. Why, Joshua Brown once lived with a Hakka family! And based on that one family, he is now prepared to give you a sidebar discourse on "A 'Typical Hakka Family Home'". Let's see... there's a garage and a living room on the first floor, and there's an aquarium with lucky fish. Oh! And next to the living room, there's a kitchen. Bedrooms are on the second floor. The third floor has another bedroom, and a parlour, and the fourth floor was where Joshua Brown lived, and also there was a family shrine... there you have it. A typical Hakka family home. Leaving aside that all it takes is five minutes in Taiwan to realize that this is the same basic layout as any "typical" family home in Taiwan, regardless of ethnicity--all I have to do is reconfigure it a bit to, say, put in a home theater instead of a "parlour" and I can submit essentially the same crap as "A 'Typical Ho(k)lo Family Home'" based on relatives' digs in Kaohsiung--well, alright, there is nothing after the leaving aside.

That's all there is in the sidebar, by the way. A floor-by-floor description of a house. Did I mention this book lists at $25.99 retail? Oh, and it has a picture of people in white uniforms doing tai chi on the cover. Because really, that's what you should think of when you think of Taiwan. Not hey, a country that has ads in its airport proudly advertising the manufacture of computer components, or even damn, that's a lot of bubble tea stands, but a bunch of people in old-fashioned clothes practicing leg extensions. No matter how advanced you may be, East Asians = martial arts/tai chi forever. Joy.

So yeah, the book is a joke. But at least the Rough Guide to Taiwan put Taipei 101 on its cover. Modernity! Squeal! It's almost as if Taiwan is a nation in the 21st century! Oh, Rough Guide. Thank you for doing that much, at least.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Why do you not use your powers for good?

When I heard Longshot will be joining the cast of X-Factor, my first question was how long it will take before Peter David has him dishing out extended references to, I dunno, Teletubbies and The Jeffersons and shit. Place your bets now, I've got $5 riding on issue #34!

Friday, February 8, 2008

Fifteen Load Bearing Posts for the Fanboys We Don't Cater To

io9 is a new blog from the snarky folks at Gawker, dedicated to science fiction and futurism, where they promise (in their manifesto) to "show you a new world that's shockingly different from what you're used to." As a concept it seems sound enough, since a lot of science fiction is about the future, and the future has technology, and technology is scientific... sort of. Yeah.

Their manifesto later goes on to say "io9 is from an uncharted region in futurist culture. Our idea of science fiction includes things like Ron Moore's Battlestar Galactica TV series, the architecture of Frank Gehry, and the writing of Michael Chabon. These creators don't cater to fanboys with trivia obsessions, and neither does io9."

Right then. So dear io9 bloggers, please explain this post so endearingly titled, "The Explodiest Outer Space Crashes Ever to Rock Your Movie Theater." Or how about this list of science fiction currency. Oh, that one actually tried to express the value of fictional currency in real-world dollars, which is a truly noble endeavor. In the future. The technological future. In space.

Cranking back the dial we have this list of time machines and "The Greatest Scifi Dance Routines Of All Time" and... oh hell, let's just make a list!

And that's just this week. Digging back a bit further we find gems like:

There, there, io9 bloggers... don't cry, they're not bad posts. (Well, not all of them.) Just don't pretend like you don't get paid based on the number of hits they generate. Because we know. Everyone knows.

Friday, January 25, 2008

There is nothing you possess that it cannot destroy

So The New Yorker had a contest in which readers were invited to submit art re-imagining cover boy Eustace Tilley, shown below in his original incarnation:



And wouldn't you know, someone came up with this. Which is funny and cool but also makes you want to die a little inside. (This, on the other hand, is a more guilt-free pleasure. Superflat, baby.)

Friday, January 18, 2008

Let'sjustputshitupandcallitadayist

Courtesy of today's edition of SFist:



Get it? Because, uh, people might have been yelling at Tatiana the tiger. Just like Sailor Moon villains Tiger Eye and Hawk Eye are yelling! At Sailor Venus. Because they want to date her...

Still, the dude's name is Tiger Eye. So technically it's probably more on point than, oh, I dunno...



Sure, we all hate Chibiusa, but isn't that a little harsh?